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Ye have writen to mine heart
a memorandum in gold and blood ancient revered venerable Angel ye beloved
rose blooming ET mine.
gold hearted Thermo King
King of Prussia note
acertaining ye shifted to one better human by mine story poems consigned to thee and the four wise winds.

Ye agree I've got more than wisdom owning truth
yee kept mine scribble as an beloved pet to thine aroused mind's eye.

Privileged is thine life partner
relished recipient
while still mine vessel soul unresolved shunned
destitute forlorned bleeding
crying thee an ocean for thine river wept hush-hush.

Mine nucleous inner core pains for thee waiting too long to offer shielding
before mine bereavement
quietus curtains end.

I adolize delight in thee taking heed thine steps quickening
fast lifting wing landing
onto mine heart's chambers
longing to see thine will
break free rescuing-cpr
mine wrecked ketch
cursed existence.
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Karijinbba
Copy Rights- 5-19-20
Help me I sink in deep waters there's no bottom under mine feet.
I am floded since ye ran to another woman grassy's needing wear.
I’m a walking vessel but my corps is out to sea. I walk this land pretending to know who I am. I pass different eyes everyday and all they see me as is the straw man. In the flesh I know exactly who I’m meant to be but on documents an paper a disclaimer, false identification, the g.o.v. has taken my name but you won’t believe me. What is it that my soul has felt? Whips and chains, backlashes from a belt, aches an blood stains. A slave I still am but that’s something I had to rediscover, I demand more pain....please sir may I have another?

CP.
solfang Apr 1
how is it
possible that both
love and hatred
exist in the
same empty vessel
my body owns?
gotta stay strong, gotta keep the feelings going
LC Nov 2019
on some days,
my feelings spill
over the rim of
the vessel that is my body,
so I compress them
until they're ready to burst.

then I relax and remind myself:
my feelings need space.
the people who have space
will reach into the vessel
and help you hold them
until everything is okay again.
Lia Oct 2019
Skin, soft and fragile as marigold petals
Bones thin as papier-mâché
Holding the shape of a person I love
Holding together our bodies of clay

Candles, dimming light behind the eyes
Weary wind slipping through parched lips
Sweet and weak the voice of a person I love
Spirit readying voyage on vanishing ships
All people are like grass, And all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.
Jon Thenes Aug 2019
evening beds the daytime

chronicle

gather in toward yourself

the care and benefits of the day span


Welcome Vessels and Vessels go

It’s made overly complex

But Satellites ;

Are not we all ?


In jeopardy

a froth at sea

we raft together

like a healing tangle

once we are tossed to shore

we dismiss our gratitude

comb out our hair

and rebuild a dignity


we structure a calendar

scribe in the journal

and orate ourselves

a branded new history
- Jul 2019
‘bout to give it up for this,
need to pick up a sign of bliss and
let the devil miss
im in a vessel
need to wrestle out of it
to be freed outta his-
control
maybe stars need to align
to let me
reach my goal
Azulene Azulia Jul 2019
Was I made from a broken vessel?
Why is my life like a jigsaw puzzle?
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